十年踪迹十年心 Ten Years of Footprints, Ten Years of Heart
by: MuMu
上周奶奶八十二岁大寿，全家又聚到一起，哥哥姐姐弟弟妹妹….
没人的时候盼姐姐掏出一条串着玉兔子和如意的红腰绳给我系上，本是要过年时候给我的可惜当时忘记带在身上，一直等到现在才又见上面
两个弟弟PF和ZN一齐嘲笑我不听许嵩不知道苏格拉没有底。。。我小心翼翼的问“你们喜欢五月天么？”理所当然又遭来一顿鄙视 -_-!!!
PF坐在我对面，宽厚的肩膀俨然已经完全挡住我的视线了，他在灯下翻出自己的小秘密，一页一页如数家珍。我一时恍惚，觉得很不可思议——当年那个赖着不走非要我背然后又被不满的我失手摔在地上哇哇哭的小男孩儿怎么突然就长大了呢？
还有我家ZN，每次都会给我各种震撼：
ZN：“我最近在看轻小说”
我：“什么轻小说”
ZN：“艾斯点艾幕点艾斯”
我：“我是说什么是轻小说，给我讲讲呗~”
ZN：“我也不知道，不给你说了，太邪恶了~”
我：“。。。我最近在补文化！我在看散文！！！”
ZN：“恩，散文不错，中国的古典散文写得蛮好的，你看过 洛神赋 么，描写女性的最有名的散文，好像有两篇吧，就是那个翩若惊鸿婉若游龙？”
我：“米有。。那是啥。。。”
ZN：“曹植写得，他在xxx年去xxx然后来到洛水边写下了xxx，其实曹植最有名的不是 七步诗，那个也就在只读过唐诗三百首的小孩儿中比较吃的开，洛神赋比七步诗要有名气的多。。。”(注：xxx是我忘记了。。。)
我：（不知道该说啥。。。）
我：“你觉得诸葛亮咋样？”
ZN：“杰出的政治家，军事能力就相对弱了”
我：“啊？不是他指挥战斗各种厉害么？”
ZN：“你说《三国演义》还是正史啊？”
我：“三国演义不是正史么？”
ZN怒了，大吼倒：“不是呀！！！三国演义是小说！！我有看过三国志的，诸葛亮没那么神，鲁迅不是说么多智而近妖，就说三国演义把诸葛亮写的太完美了”
我：“哇。。。你知道好多呀。。。都给我讲讲给我扫扫盲！！！”
ZN：“你自己去看书呀，算了，小姑娘还是别看这个了，都是男人的故事，三国志里面都没有正面描写的女性。”
我：“啊？那些美女也没有么？什么貂蝉啊大小乔的？”
ZN：“没有，写貂蝉就说是董卓的婢女，跟吕布有染。”
我：“！！！怎么这样！！！”
ZN：“所以。。。你别看了。。。去找些诗歌看看陶冶下情操就得了。。。”
。。。 不管怎样近年来我对我家ZN的敬仰之情油然而生如滔滔江水连绵不绝，常常暗自后悔小时候没有对他好一点，不过每当我小心翼翼的试探 “你还记得小时候我把你锁在门外的事情么”时，他一脸的茫然，我就邪恶的舒了口气，ZN今年要离家去住校，和十年前的我一样，看到今天的他想到十年前的自己，只觉十年踪迹十年心，尽管并不常见面，但“远远关心，远远分享”，这就是亲人吧。
AI-generated translation.
Last week was Grandma’s eighty-second birthday, and the whole family gathered together again—older brothers, older sisters, younger brothers, younger sisters…
When no one was around, I waited for my older sister to take out a red waist cord strung with a jade rabbit and a ruyi charm and tie it on me. She had meant to give it to me at New Year, but sadly hadn’t brought it then, so I had to wait until now to see it again.
My two younger brothers, PF and ZN, mocked me together for not listening to Xu Song and not knowing Socrates Has No Bottom… I cautiously asked, “Do you guys like Mayday?” and, of course, got another round of disdain. -_-!!!
PF sat across from me, his broad shoulders now fully blocking my view. Under the lamp he brought out his little secrets one page at a time, treasuring each of them. For a moment I felt dazed and thought it unbelievable—how had the little boy who used to cling to me and insist I carry him, and then burst into tears after I impatiently dropped him on the ground, suddenly grown up?
And then there’s my ZN, who shocks me every single time:
ZN: “I’ve been reading light novels lately.”
Me: “What light novels?”
ZN: “S dot M dot S.”
Me: “No, I mean what is a light novel? Tell me about it~”
ZN: “I don’t know either. I’m not telling you. Too evil~”
Me: “…I’ve been making up for my cultural deficiencies lately! I’m reading essays!!!”
ZN: “Mm, essays are good. Classical Chinese prose is written really well. Have you read Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River? It’s one of the most famous prose pieces describing women, maybe there are two of them? You know, the one with ‘graceful as a startled swan, winding as a roaming dragon’?”
Me: “Nope… what’s that…”
ZN: “Cao Zhi wrote it. In year xxx he went to xxx and came to the Luo River and wrote xxx. Actually, Cao Zhi’s most famous work isn’t ‘Seven-Step Verse.’ That one is only popular among kids who’ve only read Three Hundred Tang Poems. Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River is much more famous…”
Me: (No idea what to say…)
Me: “What do you think of Zhuge Liang?”
ZN: “An outstanding statesman. His military ability was relatively weaker.”
Me: “Huh? Wasn’t he famously brilliant at commanding battles?”
ZN: “Are you talking about Romance of the Three Kingdoms or actual history?”
Me: “Isn’t Romance of the Three Kingdoms actual history?”
ZN got mad and shouted, “No!!! Romance of the Three Kingdoms is a novel!! I’ve read Records of the Three Kingdoms. Zhuge Liang wasn’t that godlike. Didn’t Lu Xun say ‘too wise, almost demonic’? That’s about how the novel made Zhuge Liang too perfect.”
Me: “Wow… you know so much… tell me more and educate me!!!”
ZN: “Go read books yourself. Forget it, a little girl like you shouldn’t read this. It’s all men’s stories. In Records of the Three Kingdoms there aren’t even any women positively portrayed.”
Me: “Huh? Not even the beauties? Diao Chan, the Two Qiaos, them?”
ZN: “No. For Diao Chan it just says she was Dong Zhuo’s maid and had an affair with Lü Bu.”
Me: “!!! How can it be like that!!!”
ZN: “So… don’t read it… just go find some poetry and cultivate your sentiments…”
… No matter what, in recent years my admiration for ZN has risen naturally like endless surging river water. I often secretly regret not treating him better when we were little. But whenever I cautiously test the waters by asking, “Do you remember that time in childhood when I locked you out of the house?” he just looks blank, and I let out an evil sigh of relief. This year ZN is leaving home to board at school, just like I did ten years ago. Seeing him today makes me think of myself ten years ago. It feels like ten years of footsteps, ten years of heart. Even though we don’t see each other often, we still “care from afar, share from afar.” That must be what family is.